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We all get loaded up on the flight and I wasn't the last person to be sat next to and it was kinda nice. And the lady who sat next to me was tiny, so much the better. The flight to Maryland was pretty uneventful and we land, grab our stuff and catch a ride to D.C. from Baltimore on one of those shuttles which we shared with some interesting folks from Australia and Thailand, and after seeing them I felt much less "touristy".
We get to the L'Enfant plaza hotel, where Ellie had strategically booked us. That hotel is the perfect distance to the National Mall, which was where all the really cool things to see and do in D.C. are, not to mention that it's situated right on top of the subway and also the perfect price: cheap. After settling in the room, we decide to get moving to see the sights.
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We get outside and it's overcast......there have been overcast skies ever since I left Oregon. I haven't seen the fucking sun for more than five minutes the whole time I've been on vacation. And the humidity in D.C. is actually worse than it was in Texas that day.
But off we went down the block to the Smithsonian Castle. As we walked down there was a slightly obscured view of the Capital Building.....to which my Dad says to Irma, "Look, honey.....it's the White House."
That stopped me in my tracks. This man used to grill me about everything from history to geography (knowing the capitals and cultures of different countries was a huge deal in my house) and it was hard for me not to be a total dick and correct him at the top of my lungs. So I just let it go.....for now.
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| Being awesome in front of the hotel |
But off we went down the block to the Smithsonian Castle. As we walked down there was a slightly obscured view of the Capital Building.....to which my Dad says to Irma, "Look, honey.....it's the White House."
That stopped me in my tracks. This man used to grill me about everything from history to geography (knowing the capitals and cultures of different countries was a huge deal in my house) and it was hard for me not to be a total dick and correct him at the top of my lungs. So I just let it go.....for now.
We're just about to get to the cross walk to the castle and we see this thing:
"What the fuck is that?" Dad and I ask almost in unison. It didn't answer us, so we moved on.
We cross the street to the Castle and wander the grounds for a while before going in.
There is soooooo much to see when it comes to the Smithsonian buildings (and the capital in general), so we quickly toured the castle which has a little bit of everything, and got out of there in about an hour, walking out on the other side where hundreds of tourists are wandering around on the mall grounds. We have a look around, seeing the Capital building, the Washington monument and most of the other Smithsonian buildings and realize there is no way we're going to get to it all, but it won't be for trying, so off we go down to the Washington monument.
There is soooooo much to see when it comes to the Smithsonian buildings (and the capital in general), so we quickly toured the castle which has a little bit of everything, and got out of there in about an hour, walking out on the other side where hundreds of tourists are wandering around on the mall grounds. We have a look around, seeing the Capital building, the Washington monument and most of the other Smithsonian buildings and realize there is no way we're going to get to it all, but it won't be for trying, so off we go down to the Washington monument.
Because of my curse (sorry Virginia and D.C. residents) there had been an earthquake about a week before I left on vacation, which had significantly damaged some of the structures in D.C., including the Washington monument, so it was closed to the public. I didn't even realize you could go up into the thing, but now I do and am highly disappointed that I couldn't because I'm cursed. Also, there was a storm on the way up the east coast, but we'll get to that later.
Moving past the monument and walking down the thoroughfare I see the Lincoln Memorial, which I'm totally geeking out about seeing, and I proclaim "There it is!", like the nerdy nerd I am. Larry asks what and I tell him. He looks at the map and says, "Oh, no, that's the WWII memorial. The Lincoln memorial is past that." I don't know if he was trying to eff with me or what, but since I know the man well and his M.O. has always been "I'm only wrong if I say I am, and only then because I thought I was wrong in the first place, but I was actually right". So I mutter, "Uh, ok", and get on with my life.
We get to the WWII memorial which, consequently, is not the Lincoln memorial, stop for a bit and move on down to the Korean and Vietnam War memorials.
As we come up to it we can see that the reflecting pool is not a pool at all.......it's a fucking mud pit. Apparently it needed renovating and the dudes down at the memorial preservation office got together and said, "Well, it's been 30 years or so since the pool has been fixed, so when should we do it?.........What's that Stirdivant?.........You want to wait until Daniel Briggs is on vacation here?......Hmm....sounds reasonable. Did he buy a really expensive camera just for this trip?......perrrrrrfect........" - This is the part where I imagine my old nemesis Stirdivant steepling his fingers and doing the Dr. Evil laugh. He's been dogging my shit since kindergarten.
As we come up to it we can see that the reflecting pool is not a pool at all.......it's a fucking mud pit. Apparently it needed renovating and the dudes down at the memorial preservation office got together and said, "Well, it's been 30 years or so since the pool has been fixed, so when should we do it?.........What's that Stirdivant?.........You want to wait until Daniel Briggs is on vacation here?......Hmm....sounds reasonable. Did he buy a really expensive camera just for this trip?......perrrrrrfect........" - This is the part where I imagine my old nemesis Stirdivant steepling his fingers and doing the Dr. Evil laugh. He's been dogging my shit since kindergarten.
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| Here is a shot of the Reflecting Pool reflecting fuck all.............no wait!! It's reflecting that porta-potty down there at the end!! Oh, joy. |
On to the Lincoln memorial we go and I love it. If the pool had been there it would have been almost too perfect, despite the overcast skies. A few pictures here and we move down the road to the newly constructed MLK memorial. A few pics there and I start feeling woozy and irritated. I realize that I haven't eaten anything today, it's now almost 5pm and we've been up since the time nazi debacle this morning. I think this is the most I've accomplished in one day since nursing school.
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| I'd love to show more pictures of the MLK, Lincoln, and the three war memorials, but I found that I've lost something like 50 photos. Needless to say I was livid, but I have better ones that I took a few days after this that will be in an upcoming blog and later on the 'ole facebook page. Feel free to stop by and say hullo! |
I walk ahead of Dad and Irma, saving them from "asshole mode". I walk across the bridge on the tidal basin and stop right in front of the Bureau of Engraving and Printing for a quick rest and a drink. My folks catch up and we all head back to the hotel.
When we get back, we're all seriously exhausted, irritated, and in dire need of showers. Well, I suppose I was the only one who smelled like a brothel, because being as big as I am (and paranoid about B.O.) that's just the life I live. So I drank my weight in water and head into the bathroom. I take a very long shower and get out and sit down on the can to relax in silence (easy with the visuals, Reader, my six pack isn't that sexy).
I'm totally exhausted and feel like a bag of smashed assholes. Sitting there for just a minute was wonderful and peaceful, like a mini vacation from my vacati --BEEEEEEP-BEEEEEEP-BEEEEEEP-----ATTENTION GUESTS OF L'ENFANT PLAZA---THERE HAS BEEN A FIRE REPORTED INSIDE THE BUILDING---PLEASE EVACUATE IN A CALM AND ORDERLY MANNER-----BEEEEP-BEEEEEP-BEEEEEP----ATTENTION GUESTS OF L'ENFANT PLAZA.........
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Next time on Vacation Hard!: En Fuego!!........NOT!
"Then my eyes turned red and I was vomiting pea soup while my head spun around.........."
